Fake Country Names Novels & Stories

"Great again. Mr Cartelli, if you could sign right here, and then Mrs Cartelli, if you could do the same just below his..." There hadn't been many documents for me to sign like this, so I winged it and made a new signature on the spot. I noticed Armani staring at it for a moment, but his attention was on the woman as soon as she started speaking. "And Dads..." she continued. Once they passed her the contract back, she handed us both the prenups, which were slightly scarier to look at, but I knew they would help us in the long run if this fake marriage ever had to break up. Though, I doubted we would be sharing much besides a last name and a vacation to Italy.

She thought about the voice note she had listened to twice and filed under not important, which was the category she used for things that were important enough to be dangerous. She thought about Monday, and the screenshot, and the thing someone was planning to release, and the name she had been circling for three days without landing on it, the name that kept surfacing when she ran the candidates through her analytical focus, the one with both the motive and the opportunity, the one she had been avoiding because landing on it would mean something she was not ready for. She picked up her phone. She opened her contacts. She stared at a name for a long time.

she asks. “I’d say Almost seventeen years.” I say. “Though our friendship is a little different, Craig isn’t his real name. we’ve never met in person. But we talk on the phone all the time. He doesn’t ask for anything, doesn’t pry he just talks to me without any strings attached.” Dr Morgan’s expression softens. “You feel safe with him. The barrier of not knowing who you really are keeps you safe and also you don’t have to worry about what’s going to leak to the press...”

A/N ThEoRy: Finland and Australia Don't Exist- Forget the existence of 30-some million Finnish and Australian citizens. The internet knows the real truth: Those people are actors and bots, and their countries don't even exist. Finland, the theory goes, was invented by Japan and Russia after the Cold War to secure additional fishing rights for sushi-loving Japan. And as for Australia? The UK actually just offed those convicts rather than ship them halfway around the world.

Eldrian muttered while talking on his cell phone. The man seemed to be exaggerating Ilona's request, who wanted him to be her temporary boyfriend when her mother came to Jakarta. But it seems that Eldrian is starting to live up to his fake status with all his heart. The man suddenly smiled to himself when he found out that Ilona had left a chat message for him.

“Oh.. cut me that crap, do you want me to go over my lectures once again..” “No..but my name, what if someone recognises me?” She rolled her eyes and leaned in “Come on now… in Greece, oh please, alright then, don't put your name, use a fake one. Everyone does it–it's part of the game. Trust me, Lauren. No one here cares who you really are. They just want their fantasy to be fulfilled.” My throat tightened as I held the pen. A fake name. That made it less real…right? And safer. More like it wasn’t really me that signed up–I convinced myself.